When he came back into the room, the whole thing had a very "five more minutes, mom" kind of motif. I decided to wait until everybody was done using the computer before I woke up for real, which took a really long time because Gabriel was apparently writing his first novel. I could have gotten up and interrupted him, but I kept weaving into and out of a dream in which I had a lactating nipple on my wrist, like a watch that milk came out of. I kind of wanted to see where that one went.
